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John Burroughs Quotes - Page 3

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me.

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me.

John Burroughs (1904). “The Writings of John Burroughs: The light of day. 12. Literary values and other papers”

I still find each day too short.

John Burroughs (1924). “Summit of the years”

We can outrun the wind and the storm, but we cannot outrun the demon of hurry.

John Burroughs (1904). “The Writings of John Burroughs: Indoor studies”

When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast.

John Burroughs, Charlotte Zoë Walker (2001). “The Art of Seeing Things: Essays”, p.49, Syracuse University Press